"Let's go, Max, we're wasting daylight!" Rocket called from the door, his fishing pole and tackle box in hand.

"I'm coming!" Max called from her room.

Rocket sighed and turned to look at the lake, it had been a day since their long discussion. Rocket had already made a few guns to sell and a little something else, but he planned to keep that a surprise.

"Alright, let's go."

Rocket turned back and blushed, she was dressed in jeans and a black tank top that perfectly displayed her breasts, she wore a flannel jacket over it and her pole was held loosely in her hand.

"You ready, Rocky?" She grinned, the nickname only causing his cheeks to redden further.

"I uh, y-yeah, w-whenever you are," he stuttered out.

"Alrighty then, let's get going."

With that, they made their way down to the river, Rocket looking at the ground as they walked. Sometimes it felt like she was doing this to him on purpose, was he really that obvious?

"So, uh, how many are we catching today?" He questioned as he set down the tackle box.

"Oh, I don't know, I'd like to catch about three dozen but that's probably just wishful thinking."

He grinned, "Eh I don't know, I think I got something that can help us out."

Max sighed, "Oh boy, what did you make?"

"Oh, just made a little somethin that'll make fishing a hell of a lot more easier," he said as he opened the tackle box and pulled out a small metal ball with a button on top.

"Rocket, I don't know about this."

"It'll be fine," he said with a wave of his hand, "Just watch."

With that, he clicked the button and tossed it into the middle of the river. Max covered her ears and winced as a loud boom erupted and water sprayed everywhere, Max yelped as she got sprayed with water. She could hear Rocket laughing, she turned to meet his gaze with a glare.

"Look at you, you're soaking!" Rocket laughed as he clutched his gut.

She just sighed and crossed her arms, "I guess this is what I get for making fun of you for falling, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah, it is-"

Rocket stopped himself when his eyes fell onto her breasts, now shinning due to the water and even more pronounced by how Max was crossing her arms. Max followed his gaze and blushed, quickly putting her arms down to her sides as Rocket turned away.

"That's, uh, a pretty neat way of fishing Rocket, but maybe we should try it the old fashioned way, just for now," she said awkwardly as she walked over to the edge of the river to see several fishes that were blown onto land.

"Y-Yeah, thanks, I uh, I'm gonna go look around a bit, I think I saw some fish over on the other side of the river," Rocket muttered as he slowly back away from her.

"Yeah, alright, just be careful," she replied, not bothering to turn around to look at him.

Rocket was quick to leave, his whole face was red as he made his way to the other side of the river. He couldn't believe he did that, that he stared like that. He was so humiliated, his thoughts going back to when he told her he had a thing for humans. God, now she'll probably think he has a thing for her, well, he does, but he didn't want her to know that! She'd probably be disgusted or freaked out, maybe she'd try to avoid him or hell, she might even kick him out. The kiss they shared flashed through his mind, she was the one who kissed him, why would she do that if she didn't like him? He just answered that with, it was just the heat of the moment, she wanted him to stay and she was going to do anything for that.

Rocket groaned as he rubbed his eyes, "I'm such a fucking idiot."

-

Max sat along the ridge, she could see Rocket on the other side of the river, picking up the leftover fish. Her face was still tinted red as she thought about Rocket and the way he stared at her. She never thought he'd do something like that, then again, he was a guy. Of course, he'd stare at any boobs that happen to be laid out in front of him. It just seemed so weird to think that Rocket, a highly intelligent raccoon, would like boobs. But then again, he wasn't just a raccoon, if anything he was more human then she could ever have possibly imagined.

There was a strange sort of glee she felt whenever Rocket acted shy and taken back by her. It brought her a sense of power and made her feel confident. She wondered what it'd be like to become intimate with him. Would he want kids, would he ever want to settle down, how would he want to raise his children, what does settling down look like for him, what would being with him be like, what would it be like to have sex with him, has he ever had sex, what does his dick look like?

Max shook her head, these were not the type of thoughts she should be having about her best friend. Besides, she's already seen his dick, the night she fished him out of the river and changed him she saw it. Though she didn't really remember anything about it, she was more focused on the cybernetics on his back and what he was to even worry about his penis. She often wondered about the cybernetics, always forgetting to ask him about it, she assumed it was what made him what he was and without it, he'd just be a super-smart raccoon.

"Hey, Max."

She jumped as she heard his voice, her head snapped around and saw Rocket standing behind her with his arms filled with fish.

"I uh, I'm sorry about, y'know, earlier, for starin," he muttered as he looked at the ground shamefully.

She smiled softly, "It's alright Rocket, I shouldn't be wearing this shirt anyways, it's not really proper fishing gear," she laughed.

He gave a small nod, "Yeah, I uh, I just wanted to apologize."

She nodded, "Thanks Rocket, you're sweet."

His cheeks darkened as Max turned away, he set down the fish onto the ground before sitting next to her. They sat in silence for a while, Max catching a few fish here and there. It was about one in the afternoon when they decided to call it quits. Max told Rocket that she'd be heading to town to sell the fish and asked if he wanted to come with to which he declined, he needed to keep working on his guns and make sure they're safe before selling them.

When Max finally returned it was late in the afternoon, she had a bag full of clothes in her hand and a smile on her face.

"Hey Rocket, I got some clothes for you."

He eyed the bag as she pulled out a t-shirt that was obviously way too big for him.

He cocked his brow, "Eh, Max, I don't think that'll fit me."

"Not yet, but I think if I can find a way to shrink them down to fit you."

"Oh, how?"

"If you wash clothes in warm water they can shrink, if I do it enough with these then maybe they'll be able to fit you."

He shrugged, "Couldn't hurt to try I guess."

"Perfect," she smiled, "I'll go ahead and put these in the wash and then I'll get supper."

He nodded before turning back to the guns he had made, they were all finished and were triple checked to make sure that they were safe, well, safe enough to sell. He then turned his gaze back to Max, a small smile forming on his face as he watched her, maybe he could have a domestic life after all.